The Love

Rehab
Delasi K. Anyah
The Love
Rehab
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The Love Rehab
Copyright 2014 Delasi Kekeli Anyah
Editor: Marissa Glauberman
Creative Assistance: Tony Nagai & Sajata Howell
Book Design: Delasi Kekeli Anyah & Akua Pomaa Opoku
Delasi Kekeli Anyah would like to extend his gratitude to the
following individuals: Ben Anang, Natasha Naa-Odaaley Mills,
Maame Esi Codjoe, David Ato Sarbah, Jason Mills-Lamptey,
Mawunyo Tamakloe, Tony Nagai, Sajata Howell, Marissa
Glauberman, Akua Pomaa Opoku, Harrison Otu & Emma Aphya
Donkor.
The book would not have been possible without the intercession,
love and support of Dad, Mum, Dzifa, Emefa & Kafuimy family.
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Ad maiorem Dei gloriam

And because iniquity shall be
multiplied, the love of the many shall
wax cold. But he that endureth to the
end, the same shall be saved.
(Matthew 24:12-13)
PART TWO
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Her parents divorced when she
was just a youngster,
So Mummy worked two
jobs to feed her,
But loneliness made her feel
mummy didnt need her.
And her teachers made her feel
hope would never fnd her.
She yearned for love amongst
ducks and, in turn, they
called her plain ugly;
She yearned for love amongst
quacks, so his gentle touch made
it seem as though he cared.
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She was jinxed by his persona, so her
lonely heart gave him all of her,
But their relationship turned cold,
after they reached the climax.
He had no where else to go;
Her sky was his limit and he
reached his goal.
He broke her heart after he
tied her soul:
Then she got hooked to him, she
clang to him but he couldnt
bring himself to love her.
And he hated her because he was
too immature to understand
what he had done to her.
She planted her heart in his soil but
he failed to nurture it, he failed
to make her love grow.
So she trudged on down her
tarted path with a promise
to never love again.
High School breakup brought
her stress and many more
scars to dress.
Then dark spirits engulfed her
body through her new
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soulish connection.
Soon after her thoughts got
darker; she wanted more of
the devils concoction;
And she wined and dined with the
darkness whenever she could,
to feed her insecurities.
She became a vampire: she hunted
and fed off the sexual energy
of a myriad souls.
Her aura spewed piercing lust, but her
happiness could never last.
Mummy still worked two jobs
and was falling sick.
Unpaid bills meant mummy had
only a few years to live.
Stress and the darkness
within were rising,
And Mummy was breaking
down like glucose.
Her school grades were
plummeting,
So she quit school to make a living
performing at the local bar.
She had dreams of the fast life,
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dreams of that ironic good life.
Poverty was the cloak she wore:
the catalyst for her decision
to become a whore.
She said: Mummy I have got a new
job youre going to be fne.
But Mummy never became fne,
instead, she died.
Jane lost her mummy for power, the
reason she gave up sobriety.
She was haunted by the memories
but she could do nothing,
She lost for power the one who
meant her everything.
Thereafter souls were drawn to
Hells forcefeld through the
nefarious power within her.
Hordes from the kingdom of
darkness were unleashed by the
mere faunting of her hair.
She had a dimension of his power
but she was dying, and she
couldnt help crying.
Pure heroin couldnt numb
the memories.
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So she played her wrist like a fddle
with her crooked blade.
She was trapped in a world
flled with evil,
A new world ordered and
blinded by the devil.
She took a stroll to the quay
to reminisce,
Hatred erupted within her as
hell placards were placed
up in her face,
Hate-flled goons made her feel
like a walking disgrace.
Tears rolled down her cheeks
after they spoke,
Wiping away her make-up and
revealing her insecurities.
Peace is what she was
searching for,
Love is what we are all looking for,
Its easy to point fngers when
we see cocottes firting,
But a deep look at our own souls
shows that we are also hurting.
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We say all hookers want is
sex for money,
All witches do is to drink
blood like honey.
Stereotypical stories sparked
hatred within my soul,
And the paranoia from the
fames pervaded my soul
leaving me dead empty.
I looked into her eyes on Friday
and yearned to help,
But I walked out of a Salem
Witch Trial on Sunday and
decided to ignore her;
Then I had a dream that night
and saw beauty kneeling in a
circle next to a beast,
She had chains to her wrists as she
knelt before this dark priest,
Lights dimmed out like a
romantic dinner,
But everything that happened
in there made her feel
more like a sinner.
Religious Jane hailed Mary more
than fve times a week,
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But she remained loyal to an age-
old tyrant because she was
too scared to speak.
Then her rising guilt made her feel
like an obnoxious freak,
So she crossed her heart and
prayed to be saved from the
power of sin in purgatory:
A noxious lie cooked up in
Hells laboratory.
She had their white lies in a
teaspoon over hells fames;
Then dirty lies in her syringe
to numb her pain.
Blinded Pharisees turned their
proselyte into a lie junkie,
Heavenly Father, forgive them for
they know not what they do!
She leaned back as she took it all in,
and got back down to take more
lies out of the devils treasury.
Then she shook violently like the old
serpents tail, as she cleaned his
excess lies off her nose with
his dirty hanky.
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She had been a druggie for so
long that she had become
extremely lanky;
And it was all because the Father
of all lies altered the Truth and
gave her a stained religion;
So no matter how much she listened
to their plausible words of wisdom,
she never gained freedom
from the devils dungeon.
THE ARTIST
Inspiration doesnt always come from the plush and beautiful
moments of our lives; sometimes inspiration fnds us during
the darkest and most meaningless moments of our lives. And in
those moments, we can either choose to wallow in pity, plodding
helplessly for answers without avail, or turn to God for meaning: for
answers that we can in turn share with others walking in the same
tattered shoes as ours or worse.
The Love Rehab was written during one of those murky moments:
the death of a family friend, the birth pains of starting a business,
the zeal to write the fnest piece of literatureever, after pulling the
plug on what seemed to be a hopeless product, Delasi Anyah says.
The Love Rehab is about those ups and downs of life; its about
a disillusioned young preacher who was too paranoid to love
others. It emulates Delasis paranoia of losing a person he should
have cared for, loved and treated with respect. Its the paranoia
of losing someone because we failed to walk in love: because we
were dogmatic to a host of noxious doctrines that opposed the very
standard Jesus left us: to walk in love.
Beginning his quest to inspire and transform lives through his
God-inspired writings back in 2011, Delasi has in his own words,
backed out on a lot of his interpersonal altruistic adventures, for a
myriad of paranoid reasons. Like he says in The Love Rehab I was
the Harriet Tubman who hadnt learnt to be fully altruistic. The
Love Rehab is about the birth of a new man and it culminates with
the lessons he learnt in hindsight, after losing an enigmatic cocotte
called Jane. It comes packed with a slew of surreal rhymes and
metaphors and pledges to inspire his readers in exciting ways.
Delasi Kekeli Dela Anyah is a poet, author, cartoonist and the
founder of Dela Anyah Company Limited. Founded in 2010, Dela
Anyah Company is a creative venture and a social enterprise that
designs and markets a diverse range of elegant goods and euphoric
experiences that are driven to inspire, enrich and nurture the
human soul. Its a brand whose essence lies in its missionary drive
to aesthetically liberate and empower the human soul and spirit.
Its for the lover of wisdom and aesthetics: the modern Renaissance
man and woman. This shared philosophy fows through ever pillar
within the company: music, artwork, multimedia and literature.
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